Snippet #2825367

Carmen Dellevon waited until the workers and drones had left, the ship unloaded with the owner's things they needed for whyever they were here.

Where were they? Granpaix. Carmen had cursed Sol and all the celestial bodies beyond when she realized they were not, in fact, going very far at all. She was trying to escape this solar system, not go deeper into it!

She freshened up in the bathroom and looked through what she guessed was the closet of one of the ship's staff. It had four uniforms and two leisure outfits. None of them were dresses. Cursing again, she changed into one of the leisure outfits. It was baby pink and cozy - not at all her first choice.

Carmen cracked open the door and listened for people. Nobody. With her old clothes under her arm, Carmen padded her way off the ship in sneakers that were half a size too small. Well, that would have to be the first stop. Ditch these pink pants, this pink sweater-thing, and these awful shoes!

There was nobody left guarding the interior of the private bay. Thank goodness.
The person guarding the outside of the bay didn't take notice to another occupant departing at this time. They figured a crew member left something behind, or something. It was above their pay grade to care.

Carmen melted into the crowd and went to luggage received. There were a ton of bins there for all the unwanted and forgotten stuff. She tossed her cloak and dress into one bin, her shoes into another.

Ok, now where to find new shoes? Carmen followed the crowd headed out to Paix Main.